Best Off Balance Poems
There are days it seems I have
Too much upon my plate.
Whether this is good or not
Is up for some debate.
On the plus side, it feels fine
To hustle and keep busy;
But the negative is that
I’m often in a tizzy.
Running ‘round with chores to do
And friends to meet is great.
Sometimes with so many plans
It’s hard to keep them straight.
Other times, though, when I check,
My calendar is bare.
Then I wonder why it is
I’ve so much time to spare.
It’s rare, in life, to balance
Purpose, flow and relaxation,
Unless you’ve left it all behind
And gone on a vacation!
I woke up this morning
Let out a huge sigh
As I looked in the mirror
At my twitching left eye
It took me a moment or two
To see what was wrong with me
Seems I lost a few lashes
As I was visiting dreams in my sleep
That's when I started counting
Seven, eleven, twenty four, twenty seven
When I reached thirty one
It was just as I suspected
I know how many I had
When I went to bed last night
Because I wrote it down in my journal
The magic number...thirty nine
Not sure I'll be able to handle
All the laughter, all the shame
After all I do have this image
I've worked years on to pertain
With all my lashes intact on the right
All that I can think
Is how truly off balance
I'll appear to be
Penuriousness long did acquaint
yours truly, who feels loath
to lodge complaint
regarding series of unfortunate events
(Lemony Snicket be damned)
imposed monetary constraint,
now aghast with horror
(ain't no trick),
I unwittingly did faint,
only negative indebted interest accrues,
now if ever mister money bags I haint,
no gainsay purposelessness
to air principal plaint,
yet to fulfill personal daily quota
regarding poem writing
subliminally eases restraint
prompting good samaritan
deeds subsequent anointed saint
homelessness looms around
the corner crimping psyche
argh mental health depressed
courtesy poverty doth taint.
Seriously folks (especially Bugs Bunny),
I best coon sitter
turning over new leaf versus "fake"
gilded pretense success and posthumous
famous author doth leave me awake
nsync courtesy restless leg syndrome
shakes bed (lamb - spouse) like earthquake,
whereby thwack with her elbow
finds broken rib cage, when thus spake
Zarathustra bidding me to branch off
and leave writing... say kickstart
panhandling as faux grubstake
with global warming...
formerly deeply buried
untold bajillion dollars free,
for taking, thus best not forsake
golden, silver, bronze... opportunity
analogously swimming within monied lake,
or accumulate stash tall as Taj Mahal
and/or Trump Tower livingsocial footloose
and fancy free gourmandizing
till I resemble Mar-a-lago sized beefcake
recklessly splurging penny wise
and pound foolish
proudly arrogantly boasting
what cutthroat tactics can accomplish,
hmm... perhaps contemplating
on whim purchasing Greenland
for a song (infringing,
extracting, bilking... copyrights) swish
goes signature scribble to abolish
purposeless law meant as hedge
to sideline ruthless machiavellian brash
art of the deal done courtesy genius
eh... so what if the global
financial market doth crash, viz fillet of fish?
Gather around, its time for another story,
It comes from my youth, back to the days of glory.
I was always asking the questions that no one seemed to understand.
It was apparent the only way to handle this was resort to the land.
At this point it was time to seek out the great oak,
Legend be told, it was only wisdom he spoke,
He was an old timer and didn't like being woke.
This being known, I poured out my emotions then told him a joke.
I began to ask the questions that were oh so big,
His first response was "take it easy now sprig,
I've done shed a few leaf and broke a couple twig."
"A brutal truth you seek, so it seems,
Greater men die for other peoples dreams."
At Nambucca heads, upon the shore are the beds where oysters were galore
I climbed upon them ragged rocks just
A kid, I got a shock, i slipped and fell and
Out i reached, grabbing the boulders
As i lost my feet.' Now oyster shells new
And old; are sharp and cut, some blood did spurt from my right hand that steadied me against worse hurt.'
So i had luck indeed i see, and learned a
Lesson for life; as you might see?)